On March 13, 2005, one Sunday, just as many Sundays from 2003 to 2007. Ok, every second. After picking up my daughter on Friday afternoon, I will send them back to my mother on Sunday afternoon.
It is always difficult.
Without exception, help them solve problems with their mother, including healthy hand-over chat, I either leave or accept completely [they can't work with me full time], or, especially in the case of a long-term stay, or absent, I Leaving, only one minute on the road, burst into tears.
When I shed tears, I will pray to God and take it as seriously as possible. It's like a direct sense of separation. Loneliness envelopes me, countless times, where I will once again know that God is mine. He took me to destroy nothing like this many times. However, I have never really got used to it.
Every time I admit, I came to a place with my Lord, I can end this.
I don't know how to explain how my relationship with God grew in such a painful season. To say that God is what I have, it sounds wrong, but on many occasions, I find myself trapped in pain. There, with me, is my Lord.
Of course, the church becomes a distraction. Service in leadership is a way to focus on positive things, but there is nothing to distract me from the 30-minute home, and on many occasions, I Just sigh what I missed, especially how my daughters might miss me. The latter idea often bothers me, but I always feel relieved that it is always good to call them later.
On that day, my diary told me that my youngest daughter was back, and I asked seriously, as it said, "Where am I!" #39; I just mentioned that it was very difficult to say goodbye that day. '
Long stays are different. It was great to have my daughters stay for a week during the holidays, but the strange thing happened the day before I brought them back - I was always emotional. Sometimes moody, most of them are pre-employed, always reflecting. This is just another iteration of arief. I have experienced hundreds of times in this nearly four-year season and it is even more intense. For me, it doesn't make sense to be unhappy for two or three days or before I see them again.
For me it's a tragic fairy tale. I might take my three daughters for granted in my first marriage, but when it's over, we often fall in love in a fresh way because of my existence. They, I just don't know how to adjust, except to go deep into God - saying that this is a salvation of grace that will be an understatement of the universe.
Why am I writing this kind of thing? Love letter to my daughter - Dad will love you forever. Remind yourself that although I have experienced this season, some people are very difficult to do this, but now. Encourage those who don't give up; you are not alone. This love letter may open the eyes of the soul that God is destined to see, especially the husband like me, and it is a matter of course to get very blessings in front of me/our eyes.
Orignal From: Isolated parents' repeated grief
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